Marek received a three-point ticket on Monday morning, nine minutes before the daily meeting — the one that two colleagues had already touched and postponed again. You’re doing better anyway, Fero wrote, adding a winking smiley. Marek started to write that he wouldn’t be able to fit it in this week. Then he deleted it. Then he wrote that it was fine.

He was twenty-nine years old, worked as a developer for a Munich company, and lived comfortably on his salary in an apartment in a small town, where weeks passed since Covid without him talking to anyone except the grocery clerk and the couriers. Košice was a twenty-minute train ride away. He rarely took it.

He hadn’t been with a woman in twenty-nine years. Not out of principle, nor out of trauma — the moment when he would decide to do it simply never came. Imagination slowly took the place left by the missing experience, and in the summer, when the turn-of-the-century brick walls still reflected the heat of the day at midnight, this arrangement became physically unbearable.

Desperation drove him to the dating site.

After weeks of dull matchmaking, he came across a loud, twenty-one-year-old girl who, after the second exchange of messages, suggested a meeting at a dimly lit cocktail bar on Hlavná.

The girl arrived in a short, low-cut dress and went straight to him from the first minute. As the cocktails wore on, she moved closer and closer; she placed her hand on Marek’s knee and didn’t take it off while they talked. The blood pounded in his ears. His body had never been this close to finally experiencing something it had only imagined.

— I’ll be right back, I’ll just get ready — the girl whispered, standing up and leaving her purse on the chair. — And then we’re going to my place. No one’s home.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Thirty.

Marek went to the toilets. The corridor was empty. When he returned to the table, he noticed that his purse had also disappeared. The back emergency exit was open to a side alley.

The waiter came with the bill a second time.

But he didn’t do one thing: he didn’t delete the app.

Klára had only one photo on her profile, and even that one showed her half-turned away.

She was the deputy principal at the local elementary school, she was thirty-six, and everyone in town knew her — the dark blue suits, the neat bun, the voice that made the children in the corridor fall silent. She had been divorced three years ago. Her marriage ended without anything remarkable happening: she existed as a trophy for her husband, and sex was one of the things that had to be done, somewhere between shopping and having the car inspected.

Local men her age were either afraid of talking or so full of themselves that Klara knew by the second dinner how it would end.

Marek didn’t try to come across as a guy. One evening, when the topic of disappointments came up, he described what had happened in the bar with the precision of a developer and the honesty of a person with nothing left to lose.

Klara read the message twice. Then she got up, poured herself a glass of water, and only then sat down to write it down.

— Come to my place on Friday night. We’re not going to a bar, no roles needed, and no one will disappear.

Marek spent hours thinking about what he would bring to Klara’s door.

He was sure about the bouquet. The bottle was less so. In the end, he chose Baileys — sweet, creamy, and somewhere deep down he hoped that a few sips would do what he himself could not: dissolve anxiety before it could ruin anything.

When Klara opened the door, her face immediately lit up at the sight of the bouquet.

— Marek, this is beautiful — she said, taking a deep breath of the scent of the flowers before she walked over to the vase.

Then Marek pulled Baileys out of his bag and placed it on the kitchen island. Klara’s movement stopped for a moment. She slowly turned around, examined the bottle, and smiled.

— Baileys? — she asked. — Tell me, why this one?

Marek rubbed his neck.

— I thought… that maybe a glass would be good. To relieve tension. In case we were overthinking something too much in our heads.

Klára walked closer. Her heel tapped softly on the parquet. She was wearing a burgundy silk bathrobe, under which perfectly smooth black nylon stockings were visible. She placed both palms on his chest.

— Marek. You don’t need alcohol to relax.

Then she turned to the counter and poured two small glasses.

— But let’s drink. Not for courage. Just because it’s good, and because you’re here.

They drank slowly. The sweet, warm taste of Baileys spilled over them, but the relaxation wasn’t brought by drinking—it was brought by the nonjudgmental silence that reigned in the room.

Klara put down the glass, grabbed Marek’s hand, and pulled him toward the sofa.

— Take a deep breath — she said. — No one is testing you in this room right now.

They sat down opposite each other. Klara watched Marek arrange his hands on his knees, as if he had nowhere to put them. She recognized this. That’s exactly how the eighth-graders stood in front of the principal’s office door.

We’re not going to complicate this. And I don’t have to please anyone now either.

She slowly took off her pumps. She stepped onto the sofa and swung one leg over Marek’s thigh. The cool surface of the smooth black stocking passed through the fabric of his trousers. Marek held his breath.

— Do you know what the most beautiful thing about intimacy is? — Klara whispered as she took off her dress. All that was left was nylon; she had nothing under the delicate lace seat.

She stripped Marek to his shorts. His skin was still cold from uncertainty, but as Klara slid down onto him, the warmth of their bodies slowly spilled over into each other.

Klara gripped him tightly with her thighs. The smooth, soft surface of the stocking took the edge of friction, and the grip gave Marek immediate support — without him having to prove anything.

— Just lean back. I set the rhythm — Klara said and slowly, with deliberation, she deepened her hips.

After the convulsive control at work, this leadership was finally liberating. She didn’t have to guess what the other wanted, she didn’t have to rush. With a circular motion of her hips, she searched through the nylon for exactly the gentle friction she needed.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the rhythm of their breathing. Marek’s eyes widened: the elasticity of the stockings and the rhythm of the rocking washed all anxiety out of him in a few seconds. Marek hesitantly placed his hands on her hips. His fingers tentatively touched the soft nylon and then slowly, almost timidly, began to stroke the smooth material on her hips. The smooth nylon and the warmth of her body completely absorbed him.

And then something changed. Klara, with her eyes closed and a muffled sigh, succumbed to the movement. The soft material of the stockings between them slowly became damp; the smooth sliding was replaced by hot, sticky, and deep warmth. Marek didn’t hesitate anymore — from time to time he grabbed her ass more tightly, his fingers digging into the taut nylon and keeping the rhythm with her.

Klara felt the tension building in her, and in the grip of her thighs, she reached her climax with a smooth rhythm: a deep, wavy tremor ran through her. She buried her head in Marek’s shoulder.

Klara’s reaction and the hot contact also released the last spasm in Marek. With the constant friction, he also reached his first climax.

The movement slowly stopped. The room fell silent, only the night breeze that leaked through the open window moved the curtain.

Klara didn’t move away immediately. She kept her head resting on Marek’s chest and listened to his still accelerating heartbeat. Marek slowly, almost cautiously, reached out and put his arm around her back.

— I… — he began, but his voice broke.

— Don’t say anything — Klara whispered, then leaned on her elbow and looked into his eyes. Her bun loosened in the meantime, a few strands falling into her face. — You know you didn’t have to rush anywhere now?

Marek sat down, leaned his back against the sofa cushion and pulled the blanket around himself.

— When I came here, I was thinking, what if I messed up again — he said, looking at his hands. — That girl in the bar… I don’t even feel bad that she took my money. But the fact that I felt like a tool that someone used and then put away. I feel it in the company too. Every single day.

Klara ran her hand over his face.

— That girl wasn’t evaluating you — she said. — She was evaluating herself.

She paused. Marek waited.

— I was scared tonight — Klara finally said and looked towards the window. — Not what you think.

— And what then?

— In this town I am a role. The deputy director, who must not make a mistake. For three years I lived next to a man in such a way that… — She shook her head. — That’s not even the point. But for years no one had touched me in a way that would have drawn attention. And I wasn’t sure if I would even notice.

She moved closer and placed her hand on his chest.

— When you wrote to me about what happened to you, I didn’t see a weak boy.

Marek took a deep breath. The tightness in his chest eased.

— Thank you — he said quietly and for the first time he looked her in the eyes with complete certainty.

Klara pulled the blanket over them both. Someone started the car outside. The engine roared in the quiet street, a yellowish streak of light crossed the ceiling, and then the sound slowly died away.

— I have to be at school at seven in the morning — said Klara. — The schoolmaster is already sweeping the yard by then.

— I know.

— No. I didn’t say you had to go home.

On a business trip, I was staying in a nice hotel where I was supposed to spend a few nights. Since it was a business trip, I had no idea that my new boss was also staying in the same hotel – a young, beautiful brunette, whom I had only known from work.

After a hard day, I went to the hotel restaurant for dinner. And that’s where I met her by chance.

She was sitting at the table and when she saw me, she smiled.

“So you’re here too?” she asked in surprise.

“It looks like it,” I replied with a laugh.

We soon found out that we were both staying at the hotel. We started talking, and what had initially been a business conversation gradually turned into a much more personal one. We talked about everything, laughed, and I began to notice that there was a strange tension between us.

After dinner, we walked together towards our rooms. As we stopped in front of her door, she looked at me.

“Actually… I wanted to show you something else,” she said.

We went inside.

She opened her laptop on the table and started showing me some work items we had to take care of the next day. I tried to focus on the screen, but I was increasingly aware that neither of us were really focused on work anymore.

After a while, she looked at me.

“You know what? I think I’m going to put on something more comfortable.”

She smiled.

She was my new boss …

“Make yourself comfortable and wait a minute.”

So I sat down, trying to look completely calm. I could hear her getting ready from the bathroom, and thoughts began to swirl in my head. I had no idea what exactly was going to happen next, but the atmosphere in the room was suddenly completely different.

When she appeared in the bathroom doorway a moment later, I was silent for a moment.

She was wearing only a simple T-shirt, which she clearly felt comfortable in, and her long dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She looked completely different than she did during the day at work. More relaxed. More natural. And maybe even more attractive for that reason.

“So?” she smiled. “Are you comfortable now?”

“I think so,” I replied, although at that moment I wasn’t at all sure.

She sat down next to me and we were both silent for a moment.

The laptop remained open on the table.

The work matters I had originally come here to do were suddenly completely irrelevant.

She, my boss, looked me straight in the eye.

“Do you know what’s the strangest thing about tonight?” she asked.

“What?”

“That if we hadn’t met in the restaurant today, we might never have discovered that we could actually talk about things completely different than work.”

I smiled.

“And you think we met by chance?”

She paused for a moment.

Then she leaned a little closer to me.

“Maybe not.”

At that moment, there was only silence, looks, and a strange tension between us that gradually increased throughout the evening.

It was clear that no one would open the laptop again today.

And when our eyes met once more, we both understood that the evening, which had begun as a completely ordinary dinner in a hotel restaurant, was just starting to turn into something that neither of us would easily forget…

She was sitting in the front pew, next to her husband. She might have been about thirty-five years old. She was wearing a decent costume – a decent knee-length skirt, a white blouse and a delicately pleated jacket. Her hair was tied up in a bun, but a few strands fell over her cheeks. A typical churchgoing lady, and yet she was different. There was something in her eyes that immediately stabbed me in the heart and groin.

I was only eighteen then. New to this church, the first Mass since we moved. I was reading the first Gospel—my voice was deep, slow, calm. The words flowed, and I looked at the people for once. And then I felt her. Her eyes. Directly at me.

The next Sunday she was sitting there again. In the exact same spot. She had been watching me since the beginning of Mass. As I went to read, I noticed her cross one leg over the other. Her skirt had risen higher, showing me a bit of her thighs—firm, femininely shaped, with the soft sheen of stockings. A simple movement for some, a clear signal for me. She was looking at me with a smile in the corner of her mouth, and I had the feeling that in the crowded church she was clutching her thighs to hide her own excitement.

She was in church …

I read, I put all my passion into words, and I saw her gently move in the pew. Her lips were parted, her breathing quickened. Her cheeks were flushed. And I knew that those movements were not accidental.

The third Sunday. I was already looking forward to Mass more for her than for the word of God. She sat there, ready, her gaze devouring me even before the first reading was heard. I felt as if she were exposing me with her eyes. Her mouth—slightly shiny with lipstick—was opening as if she wanted to say my name quietly. Her breasts were rising in a faster rhythm. Under her blouse, full, firm shapes were outlined that I would have liked to take in my hands.

I stood next to the priest during communion, holding a tray. The line of people moved slowly and she came. She did not look at the host, she did not look at the priest. She was looking straight at me—in the eyes, at my lips. Her gaze was hungry, burning. As she passed, I could smell her perfume—slightly sweet, feminine, intoxicating. As she walked back to her seat, she discreetly slipped something into the pocket of my cassock.

I had trouble breathing for the rest of the mass. My body was burning, my heart was beating like a bell. When the mass was over, I ran to the sacristy. There, hidden from everyone, I pulled the little piece of paper from my pocket. And on it—in her hand—was a phone number.

I held the piece of paper and it felt like it was burning. I saw her moist lips, her crossed thighs, her breathing. I knew this was just the beginning.

The sun was slowly setting over the lake, casting warm, shimmering reflections on the water. The place was perfect – secluded, surrounded only by trees and silence, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves. When she arrived, I knew right away that this afternoon would not be ordinary. She was wearing a light summer dress, under which her curves were hard to miss, and she had that strange mix of courage and uncertainty in her eyes.

We spread the blanket right on the edge of the grass. We talked quite naturally, but there was a palpable tension in the air from the first minute. I knew she was engaged and had come looking for the adventure she lacked at home – passion without crossing a line of no return. Each of our looks was longer than it should have been, and when I briefly touched her hand, I felt a chill run down her spine.

“Let’s go in the water,” she suggested with a wry smile.

The atmosphere thickened as we changed into our swimsuits. I watched her slowly unbutton her dress, and the sparks between us reached their peak. We entered the pleasantly cool water. For a while, we just laughed and laughed, the water washing away the last remnants of our inhibitions. The touches became bolder and bolder – my palms on her wet waist, her fingers on my shoulders. As I pulled her closer, our lips connected in a soft, yet incredibly intense kiss. The water around us seemed to stop.

But then she opened her mouth, pulled back a little, and I saw the confusion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry… I just don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, hugging her shoulders.

I slowed down immediately. I didn’t push her.
“It’s okay,” I said in a calm, velvety voice, looking her straight in the eye. “How are you feeling now?”

She was breathing rapidly, drops of water running down her cleavage. “You make me so excited… I’m shaking. But at the same time, I feel so guilty. I don’t want to cheat on him, but this temptation is destroying me.”

I nodded. “I understand and fully respect your boundaries. I’m also crazy excited about you – in fact, I can barely breathe. What if we did it differently? Let me just look at you… and I’ll do it in front of you. It’ll be just for your eyes and mine.”

She took a moment to think. She looked at me, biting her lower lip, and finally nodded. Her gaze changed – there was curiosity and immense expectation in it.

You came out of the water onto a quiet, hidden bank. My heart was pounding in my throat. While I began to touch myself excitedly, my voice grew coarse and took on a new, dominant tone:

“Can I tell you what to do?”

“Yes…” she whispered, shaking slightly.

“Turn your back on me,” I commanded her quietly, but uncompromisingly. “Turn around, lean forward a little and show me your ass in that wet swimsuit.”

She obeyed without hesitation. It was a visual feast. I watched every detail of her body – how her thighs tensed, how her wet hair fell down her back and how she breathed rapidly.
“Now turn to face me, look me straight in the eyes and don’t let go,” I continued my orders.

The atmosphere was so charged that it could be cut. I only felt her excited gaze, the smell of water and the enormous pressure that was growing inside me with every second. A wave of incredible heat flooded my body. I couldn’t hold it in anymore – my legs trembled under the onslaught of pleasure, a gentle spasm gripped my thigh as my whole body tensed.

With a huge pomp and a muffled moan, I achieved uncontrollable release. It was such an intense orgasm that for a few seconds I lost track of time. I was completely exhausted, but it didn’t matter at all – we were by the water, in the lap of nature.

She stared at me with her mouth open, heated by her own excitement at the power she had over my pleasure without having to regret anything. We went back into the water, where we washed everything off, smiled at each other, and knew that this was a moment neither of us would easily forget.

She ordered a cottage, looking for as much solitude as possible. When they left, he thought they were going to wellness, but she had other plans. As soon as they arrived at the place, he got out of the car and wanted to start cursing. She immediately jumped up, put the gag on him so hard that it cut into his face, she just whispered in his ear, “This is my weekend and I won’t be here to listen to your complaints, you will only do what I tell you”. He looked at her in shock, but he was starting to like the idea. “Take off your clothes and start carrying suitcases” he did as she said and she came with another surprise. She put an inconspicuous belt around his neck, attached a weak chain to the belt. She pulled and took him inside. The cottage was small, but cozy, she sat him on the chair, holding the chain tightly in her hand and sat on his lap. He just sighed, excited for a long time. She inserted his pen and began to swing lightly on him, increasing the intensity, and as soon as she saw that he was a step away from climaxing, she pulled the chain, jumped down and just whispered to him, “it won’t be that easy” and left the room. He just gasped, the desire almost tore him apart and now he had to wait, he waited for a long time, maybe an hour, he didn’t know, he was afraid to move, he didn’t know what She was waiting for him. She was wearing incredibly high-heeled black boots, and she was walking towards him, holding a drum in one hand, and she was biting his ear. Not only could he not hear just the click of a heel as it falls around her, he suddenly felt a slightly sharper pain in his ears, he leaned against her with his heel, lightly, but at the same time, he could feel it. She lightly caressed his face, began to gently bite his neck, chest, and triceps, and then she took his erect penis into her mouth, she bit him lightly, he just screamed and continued, she held his testicles firmly with the other hand, while her mouth and tongue were engaged in other work, she ran her tongue around his penis, then she took him into her mouth and continued, when he was already sighing so much that he couldn’t take it anymore she stopped.

She got up and left the room, he could only hear her walk away with the click of her heel. He waited again, thinking that the desire and unfinished climax might tear him apart. Then he heard the creaking of the door, the familiar sound of a heel, she yanked him by the chain and dragged him somewhere away, he didn’t even know what the cottage looked like, what was there. She put him on the bed, sat on his lap, swayed slightly and pushed her so that he fell on the bed, just lying there, waiting. She took the straps and tied him to the bed. She kissed him on the cheek and sent him away. He was lying on the bed chained and unconscious, he heard a sound from another room, it sounded like a coffee maker. In peace and quiet, she delivered a cup of hot coffee while he waited chained to the bed. He heard the click of a heel as it approached, the bicycle started to run over his chest, when suddenly he felt a pain through his thigh, then the other, the bicycle hit his face. He was gasping for breath as he was excited, when he first felt a sharp pain and then heat, the wax from the candle started to drip on her, first on her face, then on her chest, arms, stomach, getting closer and lower. Then it stopped, she sat on his penis, saddled him with advice. And when he already thought that relief would come and he would finally be able to push out, she stopped, got off and sent him away. I don’t know how long he lay there, he was already excited and almost tired from climaxing, but she came, laid down next to him, rested her head on it and took a good drink. A thousand thoughts raced through his head, tied to the bed he suddenly fell asleep. She waited for that, climbed down, took his penis in her mouth and began to caress with her tongue and mouth, he was still talking like that for a while, thinking it was a dream, when suddenly he felt a stinging wound on his face. She woke him up, he jerked and she continued, she sat on his penis and began to sway back and forth, a moment faster, then she calmed down again, it took forever, when suddenly excitement ran through his whole body, but at that moment she got off her saying, “I think you have to wait for me”. neck, she began to scream as her orgasm passed through her body, and at that moment she let him climax like that. Then she went to the shower and left him there, exhausted. She untied his hands, took off the blindfold, and whispered in his ear, “Tomorrow is another day.”

This summer, hot, mid-July. On days like this, I only go to work out in the evening, when it feels a little cooler. I have my own “gym” — not a fitness center. The difference is that a classic gym has a lot of dumbbells and machines, while a gym is full of cardio machines, and the clientele is different.

I like friends and acquaintances who put on an old, torn T-shirt and go to work out. The older I get, the less I notice the people around me. When I was 20-25, I often looked at girls and women in the gym. It was very pleasant, but the training was worthless — and the results were worthless.

If a person really wants to look like he spends every other day in the gym, he has to work out anyway, and not look at other women. That’s what I follow, and it brings results.

It was already evening, around half past eight, a regular workday. I was alone in the gym and only vaguely noticed someone walking in. I could only see her reflection in the mirror. A woman who immediately went to do leg presses. I was focused on my workout and didn’t pay any attention to her. After finishing the set, I caught a glimpse of her hopping on one leg in the mirror. I know from experience that this is not normal behavior. I turned around and that’s when I noticed her more closely.

A woman about my age, in her forties. Short T-shirt, tight leggings. Quite a nice figure — you could tell she wasn’t working out, but she was probably watching her diet.

“Hey, is something wrong?” I ask. We all look out for each other at our gym, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. She looked at me, obviously surprised that I’d addressed her. She said timidly:
“I started working out on this machine and I strained my right leg. I have a cramp in it.”

“Hmm, and did you warm up?”
She looked at me guiltily: “No. This is my first time here. I’ve never worked out before, I’ve just watched videos on YouTube.”
“You should warm up a little before every workout, just to avoid things like this.”

She listens, nods her head, and keeps jumping. I notice her more closely — red hair, beautiful green eyes, in which there is a flicker of surprise at the unusual situation. Nice lips, white teeth.

“If you want, I can help you and gently massage it out. It will go away in five minutes and you can continue. I also massage my wife, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing — and it will work. Here’s a mat, lie down and if you want, I can help you.”

She looked at me even more surprised, I saw her breathing quicken. “Okay, thank you. I admit, I didn’t expect this to happen to me today.” “Neither did I,” I say and smile.

She lies down on her stomach, turns her head towards me. It’s her right leg, the cramp is somewhere in the middle, above the knee. I lean over to her from the side. I gently, but with an experienced touch, touch the back of her thigh. I press once with one hand, then with the other. I know what I’m doing — and I also know that she’ll like it. I wasn’t wrong.

“By the way, my name is…” and I tell her my name. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Yes, this is my first time here. My husband told me to start doing something with myself, because he says I’m getting older and I’m not getting any younger,” she says with irony in her voice. I can see — and even more feel — that she’s touched.

“And where’s my husband?” I ask, while I gently move my hands a little higher, towards her ass. I look into her face and see her eyes widen with excitement.

“Hmm… he’s at home. He’s sitting in front of the TV watching football. Classic.”

I’m silent, I don’t answer her. I continue massaging, gradually extending the movements from the knee to the base of the buttocks. I see her close her eyes and let herself be carried away by the situation. She likes it — and so do I. Involuntarily she pushes her legs apart to create space between them.

“Hmmm… it’s great, you really know what you’re doing. I don’t feel the cramp anymore.”
“Should I stop?” I ask.
She hesitates for a moment, and I stop massaging.
“No, please don’t stop,” she says, her voice changed, hoarse.
“But if I may ask you… massage my other leg a little. I feel a little cramp coming on there too.”
“Of course, with pleasure.”

I touch her left leg. First gently, with one hand, then with the other. I move slowly up her thigh, massaging it from the outside and sometimes I go to the inside, towards her groin. I feel her body always tense slightly, hold her breath and then slowly exhale.

“So you do this to your wife too? And where is she, why isn’t she exercising with you?” she asks.
“Probably like your husband. She’s at home, reading a book too — the gym isn’t for her. And I don’t even remember when I gave her a massage…”

She nods gently. I can see her relax. “Sorry, I’m probably sweaty, aren’t I? I guess it’s the only way to go at this time.” She was really sweaty, even though she had just started exercising.

I don’t say anything for a long time, just massage her gently. Then I say, “It’s okay… I like your sweat.”

She turns her head. She looks at me. I can see everything she’s thinking in her eyes. “Will you work out with me? Will you be my trainer? Will we meet tomorrow?” she asks. I smile—and she knows my answer before I say it.

I was impatiently looking forward to this year’s vacation, which we had booked since January, and I couldn’t wait for it. The long-awaited date finally approached and my husband and I set off in our car. We set off at night so that we would be at the Croatian FKK resort Solaris in the morning. The weather had been perfect for several days, the heat was still there at night, so I only wore a short dress for the trip, which I had stretched over my naked body, to the delight of my husband, who could touch my legs and my clitoris without any problems, even while driving. He took advantage of it, often playing with my pussy and teasing my clitoris and hole with his middle finger. During the trip, I lowered the backrest of the seat several times, took off my clothes and spread my legs wide so that he could freely play with my penis and bring me to orgasm.

Our journey went quickly and in a good, relaxed (and for me lustful) mood we arrived at Solaris before lunch. After completing the formalities, we were given the keys to the apartment. I got out of the car, as I was, naked, in my short dress, to find him, so that we would know where to put our things. He was on the ground floor, far from the parking lot, which I was glad about. Two naked guys from the neighboring double apartment were smoking at the door to our apartment. They were about 45, 50 years old and tall, compared to them, I, with my 156 cm, was tiny. In my short dress, which barely covered my bun and showed half of my ass, I immediately attracted their attention. We greeted each other in English, but I heard them evaluating me among themselves in Czech. I realized that I was a pretty girl, that they were curious about how naked I was. I looked around my room, opened the balcony and took off my clothes. Naked, I left the room to go to the car to get my things. They looked at me carefully and watched me with their eyes, first from behind and then from the front when I returned with my travel bags. As I approached them, I heard that I was a pretty woman, shaved like a little girl. With a smile, I told them in Slovak that I was glad that we had neighbors with whom we could get along. They were shocked and quickly tried to apologize, both to me and to my husband, who had also come to see me from the car. We laughed about the situation and immediately got to know each other.

Mirek and Tomáš, both massive and tall, over 190cm, well built and, as I noticed, well equipped in terms of male pride. My husband, who is 176cm, and I stood by them and looked up while communicating with each other. I found myself thinking that I was eager to see their pride in an erect state. Mirek had a beard and I noticed that when looking at my nakedness, his penis was slightly erect, relatively thick. I took our things to the room and the men talked to each other, while watching me with their eyes. They saw me from all sides, even when I was leaning forward, as I leaned towards the travel bags. My breasts, no longer firm, hung and swayed when I leaned forward, even when I walked up and down, and I realized that I was attracting them both with my nakedness.

As I saw, all three of them understood each other and found common ground. I didn’t want to stand awkwardly naked among them (my husband was still in shorts and a T-shirt), so I told them that I was looking forward to the sea and would run off to swim. As I was, I went down the path to the sea naked. The beach was almost empty, people were hiding from the midday sun, taking their midday siesta.

There were two or three couples and a few single guys on the beach, but all of them were quite far away from me.

I swam around the shore, looking for my husband, but almost half an hour passed and he didn’t come, so I went back to the room myself. From a distance, I could see that my husband, Mirek and Tomáš, were sitting naked on our balcony, drinking beer. I realized that they were waiting for me to arrive so that we could get to know each other a little more naked than we had done in front of the room. “This is taking a turn for the worse,” I said to myself, but I didn’t mind, I would rather say that I was eager to see how it would turn out.

“I’ll let them wait a bit”, I said to myself and after arriving I went to the shower, where I was for a good 15 minutes. I got myself ready, also anal, just to be sure, I suspected that it could turn out either way. Wrapped in a towel, I went into the room and slowly started to put the things we had brought back in their places. They happily called to me through the balcony door and teased me about whether I would show them naked again. I didn’t rush to get naked, I knew that the longer I wasn’t naked, the more lustful I was for them. But I had already put my things away and it was time to join them, to sit on the balcony with them.

It was hot outside, the sun was beating down on us, and they offered me a cold beer that Mirek or Tomáš had brought from their room. We sat (I was still wrapped in a towel), drank beer, and chatted. Mirek and Tomáš are here with their wives, they live together in the double apartment next door, and their wives drove to Poreč today, they won’t be back until the evening, so the two of them are now like bachelors. They are enjoying the solitude and are happy to spend their free time with us. Tomáš went away and brought a whole case of canned Staropramen beer from their room, so we had something to sit with and relax. My husband left us alone, to let me visit for now, because he hadn’t even showered on the way. In that heat and on the way, after the third beer, I started to be naturally cheerful and talkative. They both complimented me on how good I looked naked, telling me not to hide under a towel and to show off, because they’d seen me naked before.

I don’t mind nudity and my husband doesn’t mind me being naked in front of others, so I didn’t need to be talked into it for long. Sitting on the towel, I let it slide off my breasts and, standing up, I bent forward and folded it on the chair under me. My back and side were turned to the table and to them, so I offered them a nice look. Mirek couldn’t stand it and took my hanging breast in his hand, supposedly to weigh it down. I quickly turned around and sat on the chair, facing them, so they could only see my breasts that were above the table. They laughed at my reaction and continued to compliment me, telling me not to be ashamed and not to hide. They reproached my husband, who had already returned to our house, for not warning them that I was so shy. My husband and I both knew that this was not the case, because on FKK holidays he tolerates my whims and caprices, we even seek them out. We were drinking beer and my head was starting to get all mixed up, I was already drunk. My husband knows me well, he knows how uninhibited and shameless I am in such a state. He started to urge me not to hide under the table, to show Mirek and Tomáš. I let myself be talked into it for a bit, but then, pulling the chair away from the table, I put my legs to the sides on the backrests and sitting like this with my legs spread wide, I showed them all of myself. I sit opposite them and show them my open, swollen bun, as well as my freely hanging breasts. I laugh merrily and drink beer, leaning over the table to reach the glass. They kept their eyes on me, looking here and there, especially at my crotch. My little bun is shaved clean and I know that every fold of it is visible in detail, as well as the slightly open hole. I see Tomáš’ erection starting, then Mirek’s and my husband’s. All three sit around me and I have the opportunity to examine their erect members. Tomáš has it like my husband, but Mirek has something to brag about. His penis is thick, about 18-20 centimeters long, and a large glans protrudes from the foreskin, thicker than his penis itself. That glans fascinates me, I can’t take my eyes off it. I want to feel it inside me with all my might. I start to feel a tremor in my lower abdomen and the excitement rises in me. I realize that the large lips of my cock have boiled over, it’s no longer a cock, it’s an open cock. I know they can see it and they know I’m excited, I’m hungry for love. I am, yes I am passionately hungry and willing to give myself completely to them.

My husband got up from the table, grabbed my hand, waited for me to get up and led me into the room to the bed, at the same time urging Mirek and Tomáš to come with us. We all came together to the bed, where my husband pulled me onto it and laid me down on my chest. He knelt down next to me and started fingering my vagina from behind, spreading the halves of my ass and my anal hole. His teasing in front of Mirek and Tomáš excited me, lifting my pelvis a little, I stuck out my ass and moaning softly, I indulged in his touch. With my head tilted to the side, I saw Mirek and Tomáš looking at us and masturbating. I felt my husband drooling over my vagina and anal hole and spreading them with his fingers. I was already shaking with excitement when my husband sat down on the bed with his legs down. He pulled me out and sat me on his thighs, straddling me, with my back to him. He lifted me up a little with his hands and indicated that I should mount him. With my legs spread wide, above his thighs, I sat down and felt his member enter my weakened, prepared anal hole. My wide-spread, stretched bun was exposed to the gaze of Mirek and Tomáš. I sat down all the way and eagerly began to move up, down, slide in and out, again and again. My breasts, leaning forward, hanging, swayed up and down. The excitement in me was rising, it felt good, because the two of them, masturbating, were looking at us. Suddenly my husband pulled me closer. I lie on my back, on his chest, with his penis in my anus, with my legs spread wide and my bun sticking out, swollen and open. My husband’s hands squeeze and stretch my breasts. My bun is offered for use and I watch which of the two will take me.

To my delight, it was Mirek, he came up to us and gently but impatiently entered me. His thick penis filled me completely and his large glans was teasing me perfectly. I lay with my eyes closed and tried not to move, so that my husband’s penis wouldn’t slip out of me. I surrendered to Mirek, without moving, and held him and let him enter me. The beautiful feeling of filling both holes is indescribable. Mirek’s movements accelerated and I felt his glans swell even more inside me before he started to cum inside me. He thrusts into me jerkily, squirting several times and I, moaning and groaning, also reach orgasm. Mirek slipped out of me and I’m shaking all over, my little bun contracting convulsively and pushing Mirek’s sperm out of me, which flows down my slit to my ass and onto my husband. I quickly get up and rush under the shower. Washing myself from the bottom, I think about the fact that it’s not over yet, because Tomáš was left without an experience.

I wasn’t wrong, coming out of the shower I see Tomáš and Mirek coming towards me from the balcony, so that they can catch me by the bed. Mirek, without delay, lay down on his back and pulled me onto him. Turning towards him, I sat on his cock, which I inserted into myself with my own hand, and he, hugging me with his arms, pulled me with his breasts to his chest. On my knees, bent over, with my ass sticking out, I offered my anal for use myself. Tomáš took advantage of it right away, he entered me quite roughly and they both started to thrust into me. At first it was quite awkward, Mirek slipped out of me a few times, but then we picked up a common rhythm. I moaned and moaned as they gradually ejaculated into me. First Tomáš into my anus, he slipped out of me and Mirek and I were left alone with ourselves. Mirek rolled me over onto my back and made love to me traditionally, pulling my legs up to his shoulders and thrusting quickly, deeply into me, pulling my pelvis towards him, hard and to the stop. I moaned loudly, almost screaming, as I reached orgasm along with his squirting into me. He laid his chest on my breasts and together, for quite a long time, we felt my vaginal spasms until he relaxed a little and slipped out of me. We went under the shower together, where he insistently soaped and washed me, focusing mainly on my crotch. But at the same time, he did not forbid himself from alternately squeezing my breasts with both hands and sucking my swollen nipples. Leaning against the shower wall, I stood with my eyes closed and surrendered to his caresses. I bent my legs a little and spread my knees so that he could also use his hand to caress my bun without any problems. He took advantage of it, fingered me, with two, three fingers, he tried for more, but I reached orgasm and my bent legs convulsively joined and spread, not letting his hand enter me. All happy and satisfied, leaning against the shower wall, I waited with him for the cramps to pass. We wiped ourselves, mainly him me, and went out onto the balcony to my husband and Tomas. They didn’t need to say anything or explain anything, I probably could see from my face that I was perfectly and completely satisfied.

For a while, we sat together, all naked, on the balcony, where I was the center of attention. My husband smiled at me understandingly and I knew he wouldn’t blame me, because we had agreed that on FKK holidays we would tolerate it, let me enjoy it. Since we had finished our beer, we decided to go to the sea together, before dinner and the arrival of Mirek and Tomáš’s wives. We went to the sea naked, with just a blanket and suntan oil, in a good mood. The guys took turns swimming in the sea and standing around me, who was sunbathing provocatively on the blanket. Each of them took the opportunity to rub my back, or breasts, stomach, legs and even my shaved crotch. Mirek took advantage of this especially, as he inserted his middle finger into my hole while rubbing my bun, but he wasn’t the only one doing it. It must have been interesting for the neighbors on the beach to see three guys taking turns rubbing me, intimately and tenderly, even in intimate places…

The expected arrival of the wives was approaching, so we went to our rooms, with the idea of ​​meeting Mirek and Tomáš’s wives during or after dinner. I was curious about what they were like, and how the four of us would look and behave, knowing that I already belonged passionately to the three of them and devotedly adjusted and held my holes. But I will write about that in the next experience.

We first kissed in high school, when we were 18. A Friday night in the summer, cheap wine flowing through our blood, and both of our hormones whipped to their limits by puberty. She had beautiful, full breasts, and she was an amazing kisser. I can still remember the sound she made when she kissed. And even the smell of her. Sweet, full, vanilla.

We hadn’t seen each other in twenty years. Aside from the occasional glimpse of her new photos on Facebook, I knew nothing about her. Until our class reunion.

The girls, now women, looked the same to me as they had in high school. But she didn’t. She looked even more beautiful. Light makeup, beautiful auburn hair, and a tight dress that accentuated her breasts, even bigger than I remembered.

As the evening progressed, I found myself next to her. We talked as casually as if we had just left school yesterday. From the beginning of our conversation, I could feel her warmth and perfume. I could also feel her glances, which she threw at me from time to time. During our conversation, she visibly licked her red lips with her tongue here and there, and I, whether I wanted to or not, could not take my eyes off them. Not only from them, but also from her. She was as close as she had been then, during that summer night.

The company was slowly dissolving and I was also getting tired of sitting in the restaurant. I suggested that I would have to go now, and asked her if she would go too. I had time, so I offered to walk her home if she wanted. During the conversation, I learned that she was married, had a family, and lived not far from the place where we had met.

“I’d love to go together. I really like walking, but with the kids, there’s no time for that. Milan, my husband, isn’t much for walks either,” she added, as if in passing, but her voice carried sadness, even resignation.

We went out into the summer night. The time on her cell phone showed a little after ten. Considering it was the weekend, there were few people in the city. Maybe it was the route we took together. She led us outside the busy main center, through quiet streets and small parks.

“You know, when we were supposed to meet after such a long time, I remembered… Hmm, I don’t know if you remember that summer evening we spent together,” I said quietly, mentally thanking the gentle darkness, which made it less obvious that I was blushing.

She stopped at those words and looked at me with her big brown eyes. She just stared at me for a moment and then said quietly:

“Me too. I remembered it too. Let me tell you something else. I often think about that night we spent together. Even though we were young and it only lasted that one night, it was important to me. And… it still is. Sometimes, when my husband only takes me out of obligation… Or when I had friends before him and sex with them wasn’t worth much… Then, just like now, I close my eyes and go back to our kissing. To your hands on my breasts, to your tongue in my mouth, to your body pressed against mine. It turns me on instantly and then even the not-so-good sex with my husband can be survived.”

She fell silent, lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, as if she herself was surprised by the courage with which she had told me all this.

Her best experience! A young 25 year old sexy looking brunette 170 cm tall, 2 breasts, sexy ass and her beautiful pussy. She asked an acquaintance if he would take her to a party a long time ago, she didn’t get rid of it, she didn’t know that she would experience the fun with me, but honestly I didn’t expect it either. We are already downstairs, you can be sure her acquaintance called. A beautiful young woman came out of the entrance, sophisticated and perfumed. Immediately looking at her figure, wow, that’s a car. All 3 of us drove to a place where it was already in a disco atmosphere. Out of politeness, the driver was an abstinent driver. I invited her to meet me, let’s call her Lenka-Lenka, for a drink. We got to know each other. We know that after a hard day she will drink soda and go home. I was in no hurry and agreed to have fun and drink something. I liked wine so I drank streciki all evening, red with cola, she drank tequila. We danced for a long time, drank and, as is customary, to ventilate ….. it never hurts. We walked next to the building, it caught fire, and the confession began, what are you without a girl, what are you without a guy, such a handsome guy, such a sexy chick, suddenly the cigarette was thrown away, she exhaled smoke and pulled me to her, her tongue down her throat.

Experience of …

Uhaaa, so the evening started nicely. She said she was going to get things and I would take my jacket too. She ran out, took my hand and that under me, I agreed. She took me to a niche of some building, where we threw ourselves at each other, kissed and started touching first, she on my back and side, I on my ass, her hand on my jeans and her right hand under my shirt on my breasts. She was pushing me, so horny, I also felt it on him. She unzipped my zipper, unzipped hers, put her hand on my panties, the other one went into my boxers, she put her finger in my panties, took it out, put it in my mouth, I licked the stick – she asked if I wanted some? Well, my friend burst from the horniness and pleasure of that cock from her pussy. I immediately put her jeans on her knees, bent the mesh niche and she exposed her ass to me, I started licking her juicy pussy horniness and she smelled her cocks all around. Come on. She held on to the mesh, I inserted it into her beautiful pussy, she sighed so beautifully, she was so horniness that in a moment she got hard, she kissed me, she said, amazing, let’s go further. She did this about 3 times since I started with number one, when will you be there? I’m done….it came out. She took it in her mouth and swallowed the whole load of semen. She lit it, got ready and said we were going to go for a walk somewhere. I said to myself, “Well, I’ll satisfy you as God commanded.” Those red squirts, I knew that after 20 minutes of walking she would be like a rock again. Between the apartment buildings there was a bench, she came out of the closet, she smiled, she got down on her knees over the backrest. I pulled down her wet thong jeans, the scent of the same pot and her pussy, I started to lick her but I couldn’t stop so passionately and I didn’t want to. Fueled by alcohol, I didn’t care that it was between the apartment buildings in a U shape, she was sighing from the pleasure of licking, but the people who were “watching us from the balcony were amazed”, the first “walking” orgasm went into my mouth, that warm pot with shells vrrrrr that balm was incredible, as soon as I came out of her with my tongue I immediately put my hard dick in so we could go to the next one. I fucked her from behind on the bench, another 15 minutes, she came a second time, while standing from the pussy she put her fingers inside her again and licked the juice with my finger, to this day it remains in my memory and will remain as vividly – forever, I think. That red wine still has it that they dressed me up with a squirt for an incredible time, that is, I did not come. She put on her jeans, both of them and a long walk of sighing – laughter and experience. I noticed those people on the balcony but I paid attention to her not them. After a long walk that it would be time to go home, come and see me, I said clearly to the door. But I still don’t know why she let me see her to the apartment door but we ended up on the stairs and the landing. Kissing – I undressed myself, her to the naked, where I licked her pussy breasts.

First position from the front, she lay on things, legs up, I was in her from the front, next position from the back, I was in her, reaching the pussy in my hands, I held it firmly, then she got on her knees on all fours, I started licking her ass, tongue inside and fingers in her pussy, first two, three, four. She did it beautifully, she sighed more softly, after all, the hour had already passed – in the apartment building and in front of the door of her apartment, dad and mom were at home, all I had to do was open the door and my naked daughter was giving it to me for a good hour and a half. Wet from the sweat of licking her ass, fingering, licking pussy and breasts and of course dedicating herself to him, we got dressed, said goodbye with passionate kisses, and went to fuck, she to each other, I to each other, of course we exchanged numbers. The next morning, an SMS came, this was my most beautiful sexual experience I had ever had. When will we repeat it? Experience …